T-Rock - Ball Off (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, Lord Infamous The Scarecrow Futuristic Rowdy Bounty Hunter Enigma on the track Black Rain b**h! When you wanna jump? When you wanna jump? [Hook: Lord Infamous] Smash the gas then ya ball off, ball off Do your dance then ya ball off, ball off Smash that n***a when ya haul off, haul off Crash into 'em when ya haul off, haul off [4x] When you wanna jump (ball off) When you wanna jump (haul off) [Verse 1: II Tone] As I think about my journey through my life to my d**h n***as trippin' with that anna I'm gon' help 'em meet their d**h It's Black Rizzle, I'm II Tizzle, so you better watch yo step It's a million ways to murder so I'm livin' by that rep I'm a soul taker, grave digger, find yo block (?) with the money (?) got They scared of them n***as that's hurtin' for paper You come to the hood and them goons gon' rape ya Back from the f**ing dead, visions up in my head f**in' you lemon lame, k**in' it ain't no thang Murder's all on my mind, grabbin' the Gl-izz-ock And lettin' it rip, n***a don't trip [Hook] [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] n***as defyin' the deadly Black Rain I will make sure I cause some excruciating pain Infamous not a hot-blooded mane There's nothing but ice water in my veins Want it all, guess I will (?) And I will not stop until I get all my grip So trick come equipped for a solar eclipse If you slip get yo neck slit, pimp Step up on a (?) you take a dose you lose your life Listenin' to my junt and you might be the one that die tonight Scarecrow the Rowdy Bounty Hunter Crank that f**in' sawed-off Do your dance, smack that trick and then ya ball off [Hook] [Verse 3: T-Rock] I be knockin' s**ers ... work Before I even (?) usin' the chopper for when that sh** squirk I'm leavin' casualties, the fatal fatality n***as welcome to reality, somebody finna get murked A hundred s**ers wanna murder me, put me in the emergency I keep a few bullets ready to disperse And if they f** with me over hands My trigger finger thumpin' like thunder When n***as runnin' 'fore my dick burst (?) murkin' motherf**ers with moderation Come testin' my operation you got a motherf**er (?) You wanna run up on me with ten n***as I promise I pull the trigger Obviously n***as don't know what they up against I'mma send my adversaries to purgatory And laugh as they burn in the pits I see 'em squirmin' and sh** We beat the f** out of a n***a with fists And leave a (?) full of permanent prints You better learn how to (?) ... there be no tellin' when bustin' that M11 - 187 And there'll be no recollection of this 211 Comitted with Blood Money without any question Everybody you wish they all talk Simply another victim of me and the sawed-off n***as run in here, best believe I hold on II Tone, Rock and Lord, it's time to haul off [Hook]